"What is this?"
With excitement blazing in her eyes, Meng Jingyi gazed at the faint flame in Wen Jiaren's palm.
Wen Jiaren flipped her hand, releasing a burst of Spiritual Power from her palm. With a loud "bang," all the crystal cups on the table shattered simultaneously, their fragments scattering all over the floor with a "crash."
Looking at Meng Jingyi's incredulous face, Wen Jiaren smiled slightly and said, "This is Spiritual Power."
"Spir... Spiritual Power?" Meng Jingyi felt her blood boiling all over her body. "Can I learn it?"
"Of course." Wen Jiaren nodded. "As long as you want to learn, you can definitely succeed."
Meng Jingyi replied without hesitation, "I want to learn."
